He loves soccer

He loves soccer.
Kicking soft and supple hearts.
He loves to dribble,
Who cares for penalties?
His referee being
His indomitable
Ego-defense mechanisms.
A veteran player -
He revels amidst
A ground full of personae,
One knocking the other.

He thought I was his soccer.
So he kicked and fucked -
Hard, hard, still harder.

The game over,
He kissed his trophy,
Congratulated himself,
And wished me -

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poem by Vaiah Jones
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